I AM I am the moon, reflecting on the water. I am the stars twinkling in the sky. I am the burn bubbling over the pebbles. I am the stone travelling through the shallows. I am the seaweed tossed up on the shore. I am the charm, fondled by my owner, loved and beloved by the memories I bring. I am the Fall, catching leaves at they change from green to red and tumble and cover me. I am the grey-haired woman who still believes she’s young and fit and is disappointed when she tries to weed. I am the corn-dolly, standing in the church for Harvest Thanksgiving, lovingly made and representing the seed for to make our Daily Bread. I am finally able to walk beside the seaside, I’ve travelled many miles and lived in many beautiful places where the sea was only a memory. I am content to have wandered and to finalise my days close to the water.
- Betty Clark
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